Translator: CinderTL
After lunch in the cafeteria, Jiang Ye returned to the martial arts classroom.
In this world, martial dao cultivation had become an integral part of daily life.
Starting in high school, students underwent frequent martial arts training, averaging at least five days a week, with entire days dedicated to martial arts classes.
By the time Jiang Ye arrived, many students were already practicing independently in the classroom.
Wen Yuehui spotted Jiang Ye and immediately approached him.
"A'Ye, have you heard?" Wen Yuehui whispered. "Starting next year, the college entrance exam will be reformed, and the admission standards for universities will be even higher!"
"Exam reform?" Jiang Ye asked, startled.
Wen Yuehui nodded. "The admission requirements for many ordinary Martial Universities have been raised. You now need to achieve Major Success in the Star Martial Cultivation Method. This is going to be tough for us!"
"And to reach Major Success before the exam... who knows how much money that will cost?" he sighed.
The saying "poor scholars, rich warriors" wasn't just an empty phrase. Rapid progress in martial dao cultivation inevitably required substantial financial resources.
Jiang Ye asked in surprise, "Even Major Success won't get you into an ordinary Martial University?"
"You can still get in, but only to the bottom-ranked ones," Wen Yuehui replied, shaking his head. "If it's already an ordinary Martial University, what's the difference between being at the bottom and going to a vocational college?"
Jiang Ye asked, "What about the twenty-five school alliance?"
"The twenty-five school alliance?" Wen Yuehui replied casually. "Their standards have probably increased too, but it doesn't concern us."
"Why are you asking? Are you thinking of applying to the twenty-five school alliance?"
"One must have dreams, after all."
"A 'try not to laugh' challenge? I concede."
Wen Yuehui chuckled, not taking it seriously. "I used to have dreams too. Back in elementary school, I even wanted to get into the top ten prestigious universities! But reality is too harsh."
As they chatted, class time arrived.
At the classroom entrance, Chen Zilu strode in, clad in a pristine white martial dao uniform, white shoes, and white socks.
"Today's lesson covers the first to thirty-sixth forms of the Star Martial Cultivation Method: Fist Technique Chapter."
"I will demonstrate advanced techniques. Pay close attention."
Chen Zilu's voice was cold and clear.
Jiang Ye's eyes lit up, and he quickly focused his attention.
Advanced techniques were typically reserved for students who had achieved at least Small Success in their cultivation method, making this a rare opportunity.
With a frosty expression, Chen Zilu began to demonstrate the fist techniques before the class.
Grasping, pouncing, trembling, intercepting—the essential principles of fist techniques were flawlessly executed in a fluid, seamless sequence.
Buzz!
In an instant, Jiang Ye seemed to enter an ethereal state.
The surrounding environment faded away, leaving only Chen Zilu practicing her movements, with many details magnified.
Is this... a 30% increase in comprehension?
Jiang Ye's mind jolted as he focused intently.
He watched Chen Zilu's graceful, flowing movements, her slender waist and abdomen exposed like snow-white jade.
Jiang Ye's gaze remained fixed on her body, scrutinizing every minute detail.
Though the Star Martial Cultivation Method: Fist Technique Chapter contained only thirty-six forms, completing a single set required a full hour and considerable stamina.
Boom!
Finally, Chen Zilu unleashed a final punch, her energy flowing like a dragon, and completed the set.
"Now, practice on your own," she said coolly. "Ask me if you have any questions."
As her words faded, the entire class began practicing.
Jiang Ye, however, remained rooted to the spot, motionless.
Unbeknownst to anyone, his mind was racing.
So many flaws in my previous practice methods!
With his eyes tightly closed, flashes of insight flooded his mind.
Chen Zilu's demonstration had sparked a sudden enlightenment, revealing crucial key points he had previously overlooked.
Hah...
In the next moment, Jiang Ye slowly adopted a boxing stance.
He threw punches and palm strikes in rapid succession, his movements becoming increasingly fluid and natural.
"The Fist Technique Chapter isn't just about fists," he recalled Chen Zilu's words. "When practicing, you must engage your shoulders, waist, abdomen, hips, and legs simultaneously. With each strike, strive to channel the full power of your entire body."
The Star Martial Cultivation Method: Fist Technique Chapter comprises thirty-six forms, each containing thirty-six techniques.
These are divided into four stages: Entry, Small Success, Major Success, and Perfection.
If one can correctly engage the necessary muscles for each technique and complete all thirty-six forms, Perfection is within reach.
This signifies absolute mastery over every inch of one's body.
Legend has it that those who achieve Perfection in the Star Martial Cultivation Method can even control their sexual prowess with ease, achieving an "unfailing golden spear."
Jiang Ye hadn't yet reached that level, but his recent progress had been significant, bringing Small Success within sight.
While Jiang Ye was immersed in his practice, Chen Zilu's gaze swept across the martial dao classroom.
This was her first time demonstrating advanced techniques to Class Nine.
With sufficient talent, students should be able to grasp the concepts and show noticeable improvement.
However, Chen Zilu's cursory scan revealed no such students.
"Students in the regular classes are unremarkable in both martial dao aptitude and comprehension," Chen Zilu thought, unsurprised.
Just as she was about to dismiss the thought, her expression shifted slightly as she glanced in a particular direction.
"Hmm? This student has actually grasped something."
Her gaze settled on a slender boy with a somewhat pointed hairstyle.
As she observed him, recognition dawned. "Li Zhichao? Both his parents are martial dao experts. Though his innate talent is low-grade, he's still stronger than the others."
Chen Zilu considered this briefly before shifting her attention elsewhere.
But when her eyes inadvertently landed on Jiang Ye, her gaze froze again.
"Jiang Ye? Is he about to break through too?"
She studied him thoughtfully.
Meanwhile, nearby Jiang Ye, Wen Yuehui had been training for three hours. Drenched in sweat, he finally paused.
Seeing Jiang Ye still practicing his punches, he couldn't help but wonder, "What's with this guy? How is he lasting so long this time?"
Three hours might not seem like much, but it required mobilizing every muscle in the body—equivalent to three hours of intense physical exertion.
Suddenly, Wen Yuehui realized something and thought to himself, "He's about to break through to Small Success!"
Just as the thought crossed his mind, Jiang Ye's fist technique suddenly became more aggressive, his breathing rhythm resonating with the movements.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A series of popping sounds, like frying beans, erupted from his shoulder blades. His spine undulated like a dragon's back as he swung his fist.
Boom!
A muffled thud echoed through the air as his fist struck.
"He's broken through to Small Success in the cultivation method!"
Jiang Ye snapped out of his trance-like state.
He gazed at his fists, a surge of joy coursing through him.
Just moments ago, he had felt his control over his shoulder and waist muscles suddenly surge to a new level.
It was as if they had become extensions of his will.
This meant that every punch he threw from now on would fully utilize the power of his shoulder and waist muscles, unleashing far greater force than before.
This was Small Success in the Star Martial Cultivation Method!
On his status panel, the progress of the Star Martial Cultivation Method had advanced from Entry (99%) to Small Success (1%).
"I didn't expect to break through so quickly!" Jiang Ye exclaimed, his heart brimming with delight.
The transition from Entry to Small Success was known to be a bottleneck.
He had originally estimated it would take at least another week to break through.
But now, he had actually broken through after just one class.
"Is this the effect of 'patriarch's friend'? It's too powerful," Jiang Ye thought, feeling deeply satisfied.
He knew that his rapid breakthrough was largely due to the 30% increase in his comprehension ability.
"A'Ye, congratulations on reaching Small Success!" Wen Yuehui approached, his voice genuinely happy. "From now on, you're one of the elites of Class Nine!"
Seeing his friend's breakthrough, Wen Yuehui was genuinely delighted.
Jiang Ye shook his head with a smile, about to reply, when suddenly, Li Zhichao, standing nearby, began to crack his knuckles loudly.
"Ha!"
With a sudden burst of energy, Li Zhichao threw a punch. The impact echoed like clashing metal, the shockwave making everyone's ears ring.
"Hiss!"
Wen Yuehui gasped in astonishment. "Li Zhichao? He's actually reached Major Success!"
Jiang Ye turned to look as well.
He had only just reached Small Success, and someone in the class had already achieved Major Success?
For ordinary class students, reaching Major Success before the college entrance exams was considered exceptional.
To achieve Major Success in the second year of high school? That was exceedingly rare.
"Li Zhichao," Chen Zilu remarked, "achieving Major Success in your cultivation method during your second year of high school makes you far more outstanding than the others."
"However, progressing from Major Success to Perfection is the most challenging step in the Star Martial Cultivation Method. Don't let your guard down."
"Understood."
Li Zhichao cupped his hands in a respectful bow toward Chen Zilu, his expression neutral.
Chen Zilu added, "Go buy some enhancement potions. They'll greatly aid your breakthrough."
Li Zhichao frowned slightly. "Won't taking such potions harm my body?"
"The Dragon Ascension Potion has minimal side effects," Chen Zilu assured him.
Li Zhichao nodded.
"Dragon Ascension Potion?" Jiang Ye murmured to himself.
Though Chen Zilu's words weren't directed at him, he made a mental note of anything that could assist with breakthroughs.
Wen Yuehui glanced at him and whispered, "One vial of Dragon Ascension Potion costs three thousand yuan. Let's not even think about it."
"Three thousand yuan per vial?!" Jiang Ye exclaimed inwardly, his shock palpable.
That was his foster mother's entire monthly salary.
"Of course," Wen Yuehui sighed. "That's why they say 'the rich pursue martial arts, the poor pursue literature.' The wealthy really ought to die. If only I were that rich..."
Jiang Ye gained a clearer understanding of the martial dao.
It seems I'll have to rely on my own efforts from now on, he thought to himself.
Meanwhile, Chen Zilu's gaze fell on Jiang Ye. She knew he was one of only two students in the class who had grasped the advanced techniques.
She smiled faintly and said, "Jiang Ye is doing well too. He's finally broken through to Small Success."
Breaking through to Small Success in the second semester of his sophomore year was actually quite mediocre.
Although both had inferior innate talent, Jiang Ye's aptitude was clearly far inferior to that of the top ten students.
However, she refrained from discouraging him.
"Jiang Ye, if you have any questions you don't understand, come find me."
Chen Zilu finished with a smile and turned to leave.
In the classroom, many students cast envious glances at Jiang Ye.
He was the only one Chen Zilu had offered special tutoring to.
Even Li Zhichao hadn't received such treatment.
But what could they do? Jiang Ye trained diligently and was undeniably handsome.
While the boys seethed with jealousy, a girl had already seized the opportunity after martial dao class ended to hand Jiang Ye a bottle of water.
(End of the Chapter)
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